2019-12-15 - Well That Was Unexpected

So. Around midday, Easton would receive a text. Tyrone /just has/ to tell him something. It can't wait. As soon as he's free. It's not life-threatening, but definitely life-shattering. So, being told when he'd be at Two If By Sea (which was 'perfect'), Tyrone shows up towards the beginning part of the time-frame, rolling in and heading directly for the bar, searching for Easton.

Easton's not hard to find thankfully. He's behind the bar dressed in his usual black dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. He catches a glimpse of Tyrone rolling in and upnods at him calling out, "T-Bone!" His voice is always loud, but doubly so when greeting friends from behind the bar. The regular customers have stopped jumping, but the poor unsuspecting others all snap their heads about or at least shift uncomrtably.

"Aw man, cap! You free? I gotta tell you this, but like, I don't wanna just say it over the bar. Come over to a table for a minute?" Tyrone asks. "Oh! And can I get a ...... whiskey or something. Not just a beer. And you should grab something, too. You're never gonna believe this."

Laughing Easton agrees, "Yea, we can grab a table. Or my office if it's that good." He pours a whiskey for Tyrone but sticks with his own beer for now. He's working so he's making himself stick to the no hard liquor rule. He leads Tyrone to a table (unless the office is requested) and has a seat, setting down the two drinks and asking, "So what is this about?" At the very least it doesn't seem to be more bad news, so that's good.

Waiting until they get to the table, Tyrone has this shit-eating grin on his face that doesn't flicker at all. Once they're both at the table and after he takes a first drink of the whiskey and swallows, he leans in. "So. Park had her birthday party here last night, right?" he begins, not waiting for Easton to confirm or deny the the question because it's true. "So I was just hanging out, because I just met that chick the other day and didn't really know anybody. But, then /Lyric/ shows up," and Easton should at least recognize this name because Tyrone probably talks about her a lot- it's not unnoticeable that he's a little hung up on the girl. "And /she/ invites everybody back to their house because she just bought a gift that e'rybody can enjoy at the same time. And guess what that was." And here, Tyrone apparently expects a response.

As Tyrone launches into his story Easton maintains a blank but expectant look on his face. He has no idea who Park is, but Lyric he knows and not just from Tyrone's talk about her. He does make the appropriate, "Mmm-Hmm" noise when Tyrone mentions her showing up, assuming that this is where the story is headed. But then he's told to guess the gift and he shrugs, "A bag of molly?" Look he has very specific ideas on what a good group gift might be.

"What? Mol- nooo, cap! She bought them a /hot tub/," Tyrone explains, trying and failing somewhat to keep his voice down. But, the waggle in his brows indicates what he's implying by that. And, since Easton is obviously such a terrible guesser, he continues. "So, me, this chick named Alison, this other dyke named Kai, Park and Lyric all go back to their house. And I'm thinking, 'yeah, buddy, bout to see all these bikinis and bras and ish.' Cuz that's what I'm expecting, either they fittin' ta provide e'rybody with swimsuits, or folks is fittin' ta swim in they undies. But guess what," he finishes again, offering Easton another chance to guess. And, from the grin and look on Tyrone's face, /this/ should be a little bit more obvious. Not to mention, he pretty much walked him right up to the answer.

The hot tub was actually his second guess. Easton is grinning though up until the description of Kai comes up. His smile fades. He holds up a hand. "So Tyrone. Let me stop ya right there. I fuck dudes." What? Yea, that's probably something Tyrone may not know about Easton despite their shared past. "We're not in the Marines anymore so I don't give a flying shit about who knows that. So next time you want to talk about some lady lovin' lesbian? Choose a better word." He takes a big gulp of his beer but then tries to segue back to the story by asking, "Did you get to see some titties Tyrone?"

Well, that /does/ surprise Tyrone. "Wait, what?" he asks, blinking. And then he tries to call him on his language? Well. That, frankly, doesn't go over very well. Two revelations, back to back, cut through Tyrone's excitement. And then his attempted segue? Tyrone shakes his head. "Oh, so since you fuck guys, you can tell me how to talk? And besides which, what's a better word for a chick that dresses like a dude who only fucks chicks? Cuz, last time I checked, that's what dyke meant," he argues.

"No." Easton patiently explains. "But I thought it might give you some context for why it'd be a good reason to back the fuck up on that." Easton stands up and says, "Look, if anyone called you the n word, I'd knock 'em the fuck out. Same goes here, except you're getting a free pass on account of our history. One more time and that free pass goes out the window." He doesn't walk away just yet, "Now you still want to tell me the story? Or are we done here?"

Tyeone just looks at Easton, leaning back and gawking at the man who stands there. "Yeah, we done here," he says, reaching into his jacket and pulling out his wallet. The only cash he has on hand is a twenty, so that's what he puts on his table, under his drink. "And I don't need no fuckin' free pass from you. Fuck you, cap, and fuck you're hyppocrisy. I don't give a damn who nobody loves, and dyke ain't shit close to the word nigger. But, you white, so I'll give /you/ the free pass, cuz you couldn't understand it if you tried. You go'n stand here and threaten me. Fuck that. And I guess that means I'm off the team, too. So good luck with that. Maybe I'll see you on the other side. Peace."

"Okay, that's too bad Sergeant." Easton just nods at him and goes back behind the bar. That sucks, but looks like neither of them are budging. There's no anger or reaction to the rest of it. He's not going to try to justify anything or explain at this point.